Demacian Whores

"SOLD for 5500 to Miss Cassiopeia. Quite a steal I would say. Come up and claim your purchase.”

         Fanged teeth peeked through Cassiopeia’s ruby lips as she grinned wickedly. She pushed herself away from her table and slid up to the stage, where Sona was waiting, being held on a leash by the auctioneer. She had been stripped completely naked, save for a collar around her neck, and a white cloth that had been tied around her chest, covering her nipples, where the words: “Demacian Whore” had been written.

         As Cassie graciously took the leash from the man, she gave her new pet a once-over. Cassie had always appreciated large breasts, which was why she decided to buy the musician. Her tits were straining the fabric, which looked unfit to the task of containing them. Cassie licked her lips, making Sona recoil with a look of disgust. Rather than reacting angrily, Cassie simply smiled, then ran her taloned hand along Sona’s bare thigh.

         “Whatsss wrong sssweetie? Don’t you find me beautiful?”

         The naga knew that Sona was incapable of speech, but was satisfied by the girl’s facial expression. It was a combination of anger, disgust, apprehension and fear. It was delicious.

         Her mind already swimming with mouth-watering things to do with her slave, Cassie turned and began slithering away towards the private rooms in the back, yanking the leash as she did. Once a slave was purchased, the owner could do whatever they wanted with them, including being “entertained” in the main auction room, but Cassie wanted some privacy. At least at first.



         The naga led Sona by her leash past some envious onlookers, including Draven, who had been bidding pretty aggressively for the maven. Two booths further down, she got an acknowledging nod from Darius, who was currently holding a fistful of Lux’s hair, who was choking, eyes-closed, mascara smeared, tears stained on her cheeks, balls deep on his cock. Nobody had been surprised when Darius had purchased her. In fact, nobody else had even bothered bidding. She had been the cheapest slave so far. Immediately after claiming her, he had ripped the cloth off her chest, shoved her to the ground and roughly took her from behind right on the stage.

         Nothing celebrated the victory of Noxus over Demacia like the violation of the preverbal cheerleader by their greatest general. Toasts were given over the sobs and cries of the blonde, and the crowd erupted when Darius filled the slut with cum for the first time. Darius had been using her ever since, alternating between watching the auctions and finding new ways to humiliate his slave. Her original cloth had been lost, but he never wanted her to forget what she was, so he wrote “Demacian” on her forehead, and “Whore” on her cheeks.



         As Cassie slid past Le Blanc, she actually paused for a moment, and bowed her head slowly. The magician smirked, and mirrored the action. It had been Le Blanc’s complex deception that had lead to Noxus’ decisive victory. Convincing everyone that she had been their emotional leader Prince Jarvan IV hadn’t been easy, but it certainly was effective. Cassie had to give credit where it was due: Le Blanc had basically single-handedly brought Demacia to its knees. Now all of Noxus was bringing Demacian women to theirs.

         Finally, Cassie reached an unoccupied private room. There were all soundproof of course, not that the serpent would need it. After one last tug on the leash, Sona reluctantly came stumbling into the room. Cassie closed the door behind them, relishing in the blue haired beauty’s look of terror.

         “If you ever want me to sstop my sssweet, just ssay sso.”





AUTHORS NOTE: I know this was short, but this was basically just the prologue. I have a vague outline of where to go next, and I'm about halfway done with the first actual chapter. However, I'm a whore for comments, so I'll probably work on getting it done a little faster if I get reactions. Thanks for reading